Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Swans,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.